Paroles de Chalupa

Yo, this flow here is bulimic, anemic, yo, red beam itIf i got it on, trust you never seen it, never seen itSome people say i'm conceited but dougie, i never cheatedOh boy, you'll get deleted, believe it, i could achieve it 'cause look

Og, goatee, proceed, whole ki'sSorta like a janitor, stay within a parametersNiggas got the hammer bra, don't care about a camera'cause they put that dress off, first like grandmamma

Hope you got the stamina because niggas be on worstBlow reefa, no sneaker, thought this was a converseI told baby girl, damn that's a hard purseBut you gotta get it in flavors girl, like starburst

We counting money, yo doggie, we counting moneyYo shit, ain't even funny but look at we counting moneyYo, stupid up on the stoope, the game is in a stoope'cause look we get chalupa, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, chalupa love

Winter time, i'm heated why they frigidLenox ave boy working with 8 digitsSummer time came through in our may blizzardsOld ladies looking like damn they did it

'cause huh, i got to forty fifth just to get a snack box2 piece, apple pie, feds taking snap shotsThey know i'm known for hot rims, fast dropsBig trucks, big jewels, whys from the have not's

We counting money, yo doggie, we counting moneyYo shit, ain't even funny but look at we counting moneyYo, stupid up on the stoope, the game is in a stoope'cause look we get chalupa, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, chalupa love

Yo, we do the interstate, baby, we're the state patrolWith 50 pounds and i ain't talking 'bout an 8 year oldIt can take a toll, hope that you make parolePlay your role, the heat is so hot it can make you cold

And they say i'm a son of a bitchWhy? 'cause i be with your son and your bitchYou don't deserve her, your fair, we won't hurt herWe taught her to be a squirter, your son about murder

Your brother well, he my worker, your sister well, she my slurperYour mom, her ass is fat, my niggas they call her berthaOnce a week they might server her, with dick they gon' serve herNow she whining like a baby, yo, maybe we'll get her gerber

Smack her on her ass, warm milk, then we burp herYeah, we left her nurtured but we'll earth her, before we chirp herYou'll be a punching bag, fam, we'll put our beats on herOr the klu klux, yeah, white sheet on her

Or miami jersey, put the heat on herOr a door mat, i'm gone put my feet on herCreep on 'em, leap on 'em, yeah, i park the jeep on 'emAmericas most wanted, with no warrant

We counting money, yo doggie, we counting moneyYo shit, ain't even funny but look at we counting moneyYo, stupid up on the stoope, the game is in a stoope'cause look we get chalupa, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, chalupa love